Chapter 46: Do Not Waste the Good Times
Zhang Yang laughed silently, deeply feeling that there were really no secrets in the company.
Last time he had only parked the Porsche downstairs for a short while, yet today the story had already spread like this.
"No problem, fair competition," Zhang Yang said calmly.
"Are you crazy? You still don't believe it and want to try your luck?" Xiang Youde shook his head helplessly, wondering if Zhang Yang had gone insane lately, becoming overly confident.
"You're an outsider. Your competitor might even be a local from the Shanghai. Whatever you have, they probably have too. What exactly are you going to compete with?"
"I see that Bei Wei didn't go to work today. I'll send her a message to check on her later," Zhang Yang muttered to himself.
"You're the number one simp in the world," Xiang Youde said with disappointment.
"Maybe she stayed up late with her boyfriend last night and is still lying in his arms, not even awake yet? And you're sending a message now? Are you trying to let her boyfriend laugh at you too?"
Xiang Youde asked in anguish, trying hard to snap Zhang Yang out of it.
He even painstakingly found many screenshots of embarrassing chat conversations, trying to make Zhang Yang wake up.
Like this:
(Images not included. Please imagine them yourselves.)
"Look, look. Aren't these clowns hilarious and pathetic? You don't want to be like them, do you?" Xiang Youde sighed deeply.
Zhang Yang looked up. "Message already sent."
"You… you really won't listen." Xiang Youde was completely disappointed.
Zhang Yang looked at the messages on his phone. Bei Wei was still at the hotel and hadn't checked out yet.
Taking advantage of the bright sunny morning, she had taken many photos and also sent him selfies.
In the selfies, Bei Wei looked fresh and sweet. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window behind her, the skyline of the Shanghai stretched endlessly into the horizon.
Zhang Yang looked at one of the photos where she wore a short skirt, showing her fair and tender legs, and couldn't help letting his thoughts wander.
Had Bei Wei been unsealed by him, Zhang Yang?
"Brother Zhang, does it look good?" Bei Wei asked him.
"It looks good. By the way, does it still hurt?" Zhang Yang replied.
"A little, but it doesn't affect anything," Bei Wei said.
"Doesn't affect what?" Zhang Yang followed up with another question.
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In the afternoon, Zhang Yang kept feeling that Xiang Youde was rolling his eyes at him whenever he had the chance.
"Hey, Xiang Youde, do you have something against me?" Zhang Yang couldn't help asking.
"I really misjudged you, Zhang Yang. I thought you were the kind of person with perseverance who could accomplish great things. I didn't expect you to be no different from those simps," Xiang Youde said angrily.
"Don't focus on the process-look at the result, okay?" Zhang Yang felt a bit speechless. He originally wanted to retort, but then thought that Old Xiang might have once experienced something similar himself, so he immediately let it go.
"The result? If you can achieve the result you're talking about, I'll write my name Xiang Youde backwards," Xiang Youde said angrily.
"Backwards? Alright then." Zhang Yang couldn't be bothered to argue with Old Xiang anymore.
Facts speak louder than words. But right now, he didn't want to reveal the truth and provoke Old Xiang, so he just let it be.
In the evening, a day that wasn't particularly busy finally came to an end.
The end of the workday was approaching.
Zhang Yang looked at the time. Seeing that no one else was moving, he simply clocked out right on time and left work.
Coincidentally, just as he got off work punctually, the boss, Song Mingyang, also walked out of his office.
Normally, no employee would choose to leave work at that exact moment.
Leaving exactly on time and running into the boss-wouldn't that be awkward?
Even leaving a few minutes later would be better.
But Zhang Yang naturally felt very relaxed. He even casually nodded at Song Mingyang.
Inside the elevator, although Song Mingyang's smile remained unchanged, he was secretly puzzled.
"Zhang Yang, getting off work… pretty early today, huh?"
"Not early," Zhang Yang blinked. "Don't worry, President Song. I didn't leave early."
"No, no, I'm not saying you left early. I'm just concerned about you. By the way, it's still so early in the evening-do you have a date tonight?" Song Mingyang asked with the same smile.
"Not for now," Zhang Yang said.
"Then you should hurry up. Look at how many single young women there are in our company. If your hands are fast, you'll get one. If you're slow, you'll miss out," Song Mingyang said in a tone that seemed concerned about his employee, until the elevator doors opened.
"I'm heading off then. Don't waste the good times." Before leaving, Song Mingyang showed a smile that seemed encouraging toward his employee and left with hopeful expectations.
Zhang Yang watched Song Mingyang's departing figure and muttered to himself.
"Don't waste the good times? I haven't wasted them."
In the distance, Song Mingyang started his wine-red Panamera. As he passed Zhang Yang, he even rolled down the window and waved at him, looking quite dashing.
Zhang Yang watched the Panamera drive away with curiosity, then walked straight to his Bentley Continental GT.
With a roar of the engine, the Bentley Continental GT sped away. In terms of style, it left Song Mingyang far behind.
That evening, Zhang Yang stood in the kitchen, slowly frying cod and preparing dinner.
While waiting, he casually checked part-time job listings on his phone.
In the vast Shanghai, there were countless job seekers and countless job platforms. Without much effort, a huge amount of quick and simple part-time job listings appeared in front of him.
"Male business model, monthly salary fifty to eighty thousand? Not bad! Wait… no, no, next one." Zhang Yang immediately passed on the first one.
"Looking for male part-time print models. Height requirement 1.80 to 1.85 meters (~5 ft 11 in to ~6 ft 1 in), good posture, good temperament. Daily payment, five hundred to eight hundred per day?" Looking at a photoshoot invitation posted by a certain fashion magazine, Zhang Yang felt slightly tempted.
This seemed possible!
He indeed had no experience at all working as a print model.
But… he could definitely give it a try.
With his current physique, he was practically a perfect clothes hanger. From the neck down, he was flawless. From the neck up… it was good enough.
Thinking about it, life really was unpredictable. If someone had told him one or two months ago that one day Zhang Yang would consider becoming a male print model, he wouldn't have believed it even if beaten to death.
But today, he boldly sent an email application and waited for the other party's reply.
Earning money-there was nothing embarrassing about it!
After sending the email, Zhang Yang even calculated it carefully. Based on the pay for print models, if things went smoothly and he could work steadily for a while, completing this part-time task would be effortless.
The twenty experience points were practically already in his pocket.
That evening while eating dinner, Zhang Yang indeed received a reply to his email.
The reply looked very much like a standard template. It basically informed him when and where to go for a unified interview, along with some specific notes and preparation instructions.
The timing was also quite coincidental-it was this weekend.
Should he go or not?
Of course he had to go!
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